Vacuous smile

In his Vacuous smile,
I domicile.
Every ruck.
Every tuck.
Every ruckle.
Every crumple.
And incessantly, there is no diversion.
Now, for all future times, and for always,
I entreat to billet at close quarters.
Not within earshot.
Neither within limits.
For, in the back of beyond,
certainty is incalculable.
And not on your Nelly will this ample.
To clinch, his apparition boards in my skin.
By the skin of his teeth,
the Wight consumes me.
-Aayushnova